It's a good twenty plus minutes of freeway driving when the two get to the parking lot that they had agreed to meet Keen at. Keen's sedan is parked in a half empty parking lot of a Straub's grocery store, far enough from the building that there aren't many other parked cars nearby. When the two pull up, he is leaning against the passenger side of his car, looking impatient and smoking a cigarette. When the two get out he says through grit teeth, "What took you so long," the question almost an accusation. He practically throws the cigarette butt on the ground, grinding it out with one of his polished black leather shoes, the toe box pointed like a spear's tip.